"Sigh, it's time to board the train for the journey home again." After being driven out by the old lady, Qin Xue and the others left home with their luggage and children without lingering any longer.
Now, Qin Xue looked at the soon-to-be ripe rice fields, thinking how quickly time had passed.
"Isn't that just life, always shuttling back and forth?" Nangong Beiying felt that her emotions weren't as rich as Qin Xue's, perhaps because of her childhood experiences.
She felt like an emotionless robot; nothing could touch her heart, so there were very few people and things she cared about.
"Yeah, that's life, together and apart." Qin Xue agreed.
"Yingying, let's sing," Qin Xue suggested, realizing she hadn't sung for a long time.
"What song?" Nangong Beiying looked at Qin Xue, wondering what idea she had now.
"Though we haven't asked, the heart is silently troubled... Your turn." Qin Xue began, thinking that singing this song at this moment set the mood.
